Hungry, and Tired...
So, I've been trying to find this song for the past couple of hours without any luck. I wish I could tell you who sings it, or even what the name of the song is...but I can't; cuz I don't know it.
I know the band is female. And Christina thinks they're female. But that's all I've got.
In other news, I guess I'm supposed to be Retail Manager now. Sharing the position with Nelson, which isn't too bad at all. Though I think he's a better manager than me (I'm not bitter). The store needs a good manager, it's a shame he won't be staying very long.
Michel doesn't pay us what we *should* be paid. Meaning, that I'm the highest paid employee in the store, and I make $10 per hour. This is probably because I'm the guy who does all the grunt work, in addition to merchandising my store and managing my staff. However, there are a lot of people more qualified for a Retail Manager position than I am, and quite a few people in my store who should be paid more than $10 per hour (due to qualifications or certifications that they possess that I don't have). This be the timeless ramblings of the guy who is looking for a song he doesn't know anything about.
In other news: Christina went to the pharmacy to pick up a perscription for Diclectin which is apparently supposed to help with her nausea. For a month's worth of pills, it's $170. She's decided to go without and be nauseated. I think she's hoping that it'll only last for another month or so. We shall see.
Added 2 more names to the Baby Name Spreadsheet. I'm still ga-ga over Rayne. I would *so* name my child Rayne. Mousey thinks we should name the child Mackenzie Rayne if we have a girl. We're *not* going to have a girl anyways, so it doesn't matter :)
I've relegated myself to thinking that I don't care what sex the baby is, just that the child is healthy. We watched Supernanny last night. I don't think I could deal with having a child that's handicapped. Especially is they're like Tom. I'm not sure I could deal with that. Don't get me wrong; I'm not saying I would smother the child or anything. That's just cruel. What kind of person do you think I am?
It's 23:48. Not even tired yet. Well, maybe a little. Maybe I *should* go to bed. Must eat first though. Just something small like a bowl of Shredded Wheat. Yeah. Shredded Wheat.
MMMMmmmmmmm Brown Sugar. Anyone who knows me well enough to know how much I absolutely *LOVE* brown sugar will appreciate just how much I pour onto my Shredded Wheat. MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm.....
Need food now. May write more later.
I know the band is female. And Christina thinks they're female. But that's all I've got.
In other news, I guess I'm supposed to be Retail Manager now. Sharing the position with Nelson, which isn't too bad at all. Though I think he's a better manager than me (I'm not bitter). The store needs a good manager, it's a shame he won't be staying very long.
Michel doesn't pay us what we *should* be paid. Meaning, that I'm the highest paid employee in the store, and I make $10 per hour. This is probably because I'm the guy who does all the grunt work, in addition to merchandising my store and managing my staff. However, there are a lot of people more qualified for a Retail Manager position than I am, and quite a few people in my store who should be paid more than $10 per hour (due to qualifications or certifications that they possess that I don't have). This be the timeless ramblings of the guy who is looking for a song he doesn't know anything about.
In other news: Christina went to the pharmacy to pick up a perscription for Diclectin which is apparently supposed to help with her nausea. For a month's worth of pills, it's $170. She's decided to go without and be nauseated. I think she's hoping that it'll only last for another month or so. We shall see.
Added 2 more names to the Baby Name Spreadsheet. I'm still ga-ga over Rayne. I would *so* name my child Rayne. Mousey thinks we should name the child Mackenzie Rayne if we have a girl. We're *not* going to have a girl anyways, so it doesn't matter :)
I've relegated myself to thinking that I don't care what sex the baby is, just that the child is healthy. We watched Supernanny last night. I don't think I could deal with having a child that's handicapped. Especially is they're like Tom. I'm not sure I could deal with that. Don't get me wrong; I'm not saying I would smother the child or anything. That's just cruel. What kind of person do you think I am?
It's 23:48. Not even tired yet. Well, maybe a little. Maybe I *should* go to bed. Must eat first though. Just something small like a bowl of Shredded Wheat. Yeah. Shredded Wheat.
MMMMmmmmmmm Brown Sugar. Anyone who knows me well enough to know how much I absolutely *LOVE* brown sugar will appreciate just how much I pour onto my Shredded Wheat. MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm.....
Need food now. May write more later.